Please listen to the voice of black magic

"Monk Wright, the stargazer at the observatory, right?"

Munch, who had been resting, saw his savior again after noon the next day.

Monk looked at the smiling young man in front of him, but he couldn't tell that he was actually a powerful black magician.

"Yes, I am a stargazer from the observatory... I should have told you about it in December, right?"

Munch didn't mind that his puppet maid exposed too many things. Even if his identity was known, there wouldn't be too many problems.

The problem is, Automaton December actually answers almost every question.

December is not a human being. Her way of thinking is very special. Under normal circumstances, this automatic doll will not be able to talk to people she is not familiar with.

To gain the trust of this maid puppet has never been a matter of time, but the permission and promise of her master.

However, yesterday, when Monk was seriously injured and on the verge of death, December acted independently for the first time.

According to Munch's knowledge, his maid doll should not have this function.

But in fact, in order to save herself, December really chose to seek help from a stranger she met for the first time.

It cannot be said that Munch fully understood everything about his maid doll, or perhaps his serious injury as the master triggered some hidden function of the maid doll.

But even so, the maid still believed in the young man in front of her too easily.

Or this is called Annan. The youth of Gulen himself has some influence from black magic.

Of course, under the current circumstances, it is useless to think too much. It is better to try to have a friendly communication with the other party.

Munch must admit that he still needs the other party's help now.

After a brief self-introduction and communication between the two parties, Annan handed the new clothes and some medicines in his backpack to the maid Dou, who asked her to apply medicine and tidy up Munch, who was still a bit inflexible.

"How did you meet the Chaos Cult people?"

Upon hearing this somewhat sudden question, Munch answered honestly without much hesitation.

Anyway, this is not something that needs to be hidden.

"Unfortunately, I met you on the street..."

Monk stated that he was a young businessman and investor from the United States of Eureka, a large country in the north.

He came to this city just to conduct some investment inspections.

As for the reality, he actually accepted the mission of the observatory, a secret organization, and came to investigate some things.

But he never expected that he would meet people from the Chaos Sect while walking on the road, and then be spotted by them, and then be hunted down.

"What did your observatory come to investigate?"

Annan's curious question made Munch wonder if the young man was pretending to be natural or if he was really just curious.

After thinking for a while, Munch finally stated his mission goal.

"Witch of Chaos, I'm here to investigate things about the Witch of Chaos."

Munch looked straight at the ordinary-looking boy in front of him.

No matter which angle you look at it, you would never think that this young boy with a slightly immature appearance would be an unfathomable black magician.

"With all due respect, the surgery you performed on me... you should have used the Chaos Witch's exclusive spell, the Chaos Furnace, right?"

"That's right."

Annan nodded and admitted without thinking, once again making Munch feel confused from the bottom of his heart.

The other party admitted it too easily, which made people feel uneasy.

"Well... what is your relationship with the Witch of Chaos? You should not be from the Chaos Religion, otherwise you wouldn't have saved me... uh..."

Munch felt that he must have slept too much, and he blurted out what was on his mind without embellishment.

He was a little worried that the young man in front of him would suddenly change his attitude, but the other person looked indifferent and responded casually.

"What should I say about my relationship with the Witch of Chaos? Are I the heir to the inheritance?"

"heritage……"

If Munch still had a beating heart now, he might be able to feel the feeling of his heart stopping.

"Could it be that...the Witch of Chaos is really..."

"Dead. The Witch of Chaos died after fighting for her life to prevent a certain ritual of the Abyss Order."

Annan said it calmly.

Hearing this answer that was probably true, Munch was almost stunned.

"How could the Witch of Chaos die so easily? After all, that one is close to immortality, but... if the Abyss Religion really succeeds in connecting to the abyss, even the Witch of Chaos..."

Munch took a deep breath, letting some cold air enter his lungs to calm his burning thoughts.

"Does your observatory know the Witch of Chaos?"

Annan's eyes were full of curiosity.

He knew what an observatory was. He had heard about this secret organization from the magic professor a long time ago.

Moreover, before she died, the Witch of Chaos also said that she wanted him to find the observatory. The purpose was unclear.

"You stargazers at the observatory don't care about anything, don't you? Aren't you just observing the stars in the other world? Why do you suddenly come to investigate the Witch of Chaos?"

"The Witch of Chaos...she is our ally."

Munch considered his words.

There are some things that I can't say yet because I'm still not sure whether everything the young man in front of me said is true.

On the other hand, even if this boy has a successor relationship with the Witch of Chaos, it is a bit puzzling.

Precisely because the Observatory knew a certain purpose of the Witch of Chaos, Munch couldn't help but wonder whether the young man named Annan in front of him had some forbidden qualifications.

"Having said that, we haven't really come into contact with the Witch of Chaos for hundreds of years. Suddenly we know that she has rarely appeared in reality and even had a conflict with the Abyss Cult. Our Observatory will naturally want to investigate A lot of..."

"Just send you alone?"

Annan's straightforward question made the seriously injured Munch instantly embarrassed.

"I just have bad luck..."

Munch was very confident in his disguise. Even the relatives around him didn't know that he was actually a member of a mysterious organization.

If he hadn't happened to encounter those Chaos Cults who installed black magic organs on their bodies, Monk wouldn't have had any accidents.

"Speaking of which, why did the Chaos Sect want to kill you without even saying a word?" It was only then that Annan thought of asking this.

"I don't think they are interested in me. There is nothing special about my body. It's not worth the risk for them to kill me and then replace my limbs..."

Monk was certain that the identity of the members of his mysterious organization had not been exposed, but even if the pursuers of the Chaos Religion knew about it, they would not be able to let him go.

"Their target is not me, but December..."